Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Hikaru Tōki, still unable to hide his excitement, his eyes filled with admiration, spoke cautiously, his tone somewhat reserved: "Um... Mr. Storm Number One."

"Call me the school doctor, I am the school doctor now."

Cui Ming interrupted her, his tone calm and without any boasting, as if the identity of "Storm One" was just an insignificant code name. At this moment, he was just the school doctor responsible for protecting the students.

Hikaru nodded quickly, his cheeks slightly flushed, and he subconsciously glanced at the shotgun in Choi Myung's hand, his tone tinged with unease and doubt: "But your gun..."

Choi Myung glanced down at the shotgun in his hand, then looked up at Dong Muguang, his eyes calm, his tone firm and unwavering: "I'm just a school doctor who uses a gun to protect my patients."

That simple sentence instantly put Hikaru at ease, and the anxiety in his heart gradually dissipated.

After Cui Ming finished speaking, he ignored Dong Muguang's expression and slowly scanned every corner of the school clinic with sharp eyes, carefully sensing the surrounding atmosphere. The feeling of being spied on still lingered in his mind, making him vigilant.

Only after he repeatedly confirmed that the eerie feeling of being watched had completely disappeared without leaving any trace did he slowly put down the shotgun, sit back in his chair, and gradually relax.

Watching his series of actions, Hikaru Toki still felt a little uneasy. After hesitating for a long time, she finally tentatively asked, "Um, the school doctor just..."

She wanted to ask if Cui Ming had really discovered something when he suddenly looked up and took out the sprayer, but she hesitated to ask.

"It's nothing, it might be an alien."

Cui Ming spoke in a flat tone, casually mentioning it as if it were just a trivial matter, without the slightest ripple.

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Hikaru Toki was speechless for a moment, his expression froze, and his eyes widened again—an alien?!
She initially thought it was just a minor problem, but she never expected it to be an alien! It was far more frightening than the trolls and Cui Ming's sharp eyes she had just seen!
Hikari Dongmu subconsciously shrank back, looking at the doors and windows of the school clinic. A chill ran through her. Luckily, Cui Ming was there. Luckily, Cui Ming was Storm One. Otherwise, she really wouldn't know what to do.

"Don't worry, they've already escaped."

Seeing Dongmu Guang's panicked appearance, Cui Ming's tone softened a bit. As he spoke, he glanced around the school clinic again, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, a hint of doubt creeping into his expression.

"Hmm, that guy...tsk. He feels familiar."

He frowned, muttering to himself as he pondered—the aura of being watched earlier was both strange and familiar, as if he had encountered it somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place who it was. That vague sense of familiarity bothered him.

"?!?!?"

Upon hearing this, Hikaru Tōki tensed up instantly. The color drained from his face, his eyes widened, and a storm raged in his heart—No way?!
What level of existence would an alien be to make Storm One feel familiar? This is even more terrifying than just hearing the word "aliens"!

After all, Hikari Toki was someone who frequently watched the news, and she knew all too well Cui Ming's strength—this Storm One was ruthless in dealing with monsters and aliens, almost never leaving any survivors, and never giving his enemies any chance to breathe.

The fact that this alien could successfully escape from this subordinate and still evoke a sense of "familiarity" suggests that the alien was undoubtedly a heavyweight, powerful enough to escape unscathed from Cui Ming's clutches. Dongmu Guang instinctively shrank further into the hospital bed, his palms sweating. His gaze towards Cui Ming held not only admiration but also a hint of awe, and he was secretly relieved that the alien had escaped without attacking.

Meanwhile, Dark Zagi, fleeing in a sorry state, had no time to worry about his weakened power and continued to curse wildly in place, his resentment and anger almost igniting his remaining consciousness.

"Damn it!!! The mechanical Ultraman you made is way too weak?!"

Its roar, filled with extreme disgust and rage, echoed through the empty, abandoned factory—that's right, after escaping from the school infirmary, Dark Zagi hadn't gone far. Instead, it had made its way to the S Agency's secret base, hoping to find something to leverage to replenish its weakened power, but...
When it saw the "Mechanical Ultraman" that the S Agency was so proud of, its entire being (consciousness) was thrown into turmoil, and its anger was instantly ignited.

"No way! You dare call such a moronic thing a mechanical Ultraman?!"

Dark Zagi's consciousness circled the mechanical Ultraman, his disdain almost overflowing. The mechanical Ultraman was clumsy, its joints were stuck, and even its basic standing posture seemed stiff. It had no powerful aura that an Ultraman should have.

"I wouldn't even want to possess this piece of junk!!!"

It roared madly, its heart filled with a mixture of disappointment and anger. It had thought that the S-Organization would have something worthwhile, but it turned out to be such trash. Let alone borrowing its power, it would feel beneath it to possess this mechanical Ultraman.

"Holy crap! Is the technology here really that bad?!"

Dark Zagi couldn't help but complain. It was used to the powerful forces of the Ultras. In its eyes, such crudely made and powerless mechanical creations were not even worth scrap metal. No wonder the people here could not even deal with a single monster.

As for the apostles, it looked down on them and didn't even bother to give them a second glance.

"Holy crap! An Apostle!"

Dark Zagi paused, his tone tinged with disdain, and objectively commented, "The mechanics are somewhat there, barely passable, but the numbers aren't enough. It's purely for show and can't withstand any real damage."

"And don't be fooled by its intimidating appearance; compared to the Arcane system, it's really terrible. Absolutely terrible!"

In its view, the apostles' seemingly bizarre abilities were utterly insignificant in the face of the powerful arcane force. Whether in terms of strength, speed, or destructive power, they were far less than one-tenth of the arcane force. No wonder Cui Ming dealt with them so easily.

Dark Zagi's anger gradually subsided, and its previous rants failed to alleviate its sense of defeat—the S-Organization's mechanical Ultraman was no match for it, and the Angels were far less powerful than it had expected. It was clearly unrealistic to try to use the power here to restore its own strength and compete for a suitable human host.

But now
It hovered in mid-air, its consciousness racing, a calculating glint in its eyes. It thought to itself: This is not the time to talk about these things. The most important thing right now is to find a breakthrough that can be leveraged to recover its power as soon as possible. Otherwise, let alone competing for a human host, it may not even be able to maintain its own consciousness.

It's clear that we can't count on the S Agency; those seemingly powerful creations are all just pretty faces with no practical use, offering absolutely no help. However...
It suddenly remembered the man it had inadvertently glimpsed, the one who had been "dealt with" by the Kiras brothers in a sorry state—that man named Sextant, who seemed to have a certain status in NERV, and who, judging from his appearance, also had a lot of dissatisfaction with the current situation, and was even somewhat eager to change the status quo.

Could we use that sextant?
Once the thought popped into his head, he couldn't suppress it anymore. A sly glint flashed in Dark Zagi's mind. Sextans was ambitious and obsessed, yet powerless to change the status quo. It needed a pawn that could establish itself here, gather information for it, and even control the situation. Sextans seemed to be the most suitable candidate.

As for how to use it, it already had a preliminary plan in mind—as long as it grasped the sextant's weakness and guided it slightly, it could make him willingly work for it, even if he didn't know in the end that he was just a pawn being used by it. (End of this chapter)